When the child of the forest opened his eyes and looked around, lush trees began to grow around him.
And then, one by one, the mysterious creatures began to wake up.
"....?"
Then the child of the forest also began to be surprised.
I was surprised, but also curious and happy, so I ran around and made a beard by squeezing clouds.
"Gwart! Gwart!"
Playing with trees and racing with unicorns.
Tired of repeating this over and over again, I fall into a deep sleep on top of the soft and warm clouds, along with the flowers, trees, and various living things.
And then he starts talking in his sleep.
"Um... the eyes of the forest child... the forest is so pretty!"
Then he smiles brightly and falls asleep.
This is how the child of the forest spends his day.
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As the Forest Child began to turn 60, horns began to grow on his head.
Out of curiosity, the child of the forest put a heart on the horn, and slowly the tree began to grow.
"Hehehe!"
Day by day, the child of the forest began to grow up happier than anyone else.
The following year, when the child of the forest turned 100 years old,
One day, a child covered in darkness caused the colors of the forest above the clouds to disappear.
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I hold back my tears as I watch the lives of my family losing their colors.
The child of the forest continued walking to meet the child.
Slowly, slowly
As the child of the forest continued to walk, he came into view.
Then the child of the forest asked
"Why did you make my family lose their colors?"